In the mountain cave filled with darkness, a burst of laughter rang out, and Lu Ye felt as if his eardrums were vibrating.
The surrounding darkness receded like a tide with the laughter, and gradually, a dim light seeped in, allowing Lu Ye's vision to slowly recover.
He finally saw what had stopped his Boulder Mountain Saber—it was actually being pinched lightly between two of the man's fingers, making it impossible for him to pull it out.
He further realized what his kick had landed on... It was the old man's face!
At this moment, as the darkness dissipated, he maintained the posture of having swung his saber and then kicked, his stance rigid.
He wasn't sure why the other was laughing, but he knew that if the opponent wanted to kill him, he would have done so a hundred times over. The big foot obscured the other's full appearance, but the vague outline gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
